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Behind the Bucket Behind the bucket there is a dormant force of inexplicable power; a deeply embedded seed that yearns for nourishment and the chance to germinate. Behind the bucket there labors a heart filled with love, compassion and hope; the promise of what a greater tomorrow may bring. For though
this heart has tasted the bitterness of self-inflicted agony and
oft-repeated defeat, it beats the rejuvenated drum of life anew. It is
like black coal that has been mined, refined and redefined as a sparkling
diamond, precious and eternal. Sweep! Sweep! Sweep! The repetitious act allows for reflection and new-found enlightenment about past misdeeds. Each stroke of the broom pushes one closer to a new life of productivity and limitless potential that awaits just beyond the horizon. No more alas, alas! Free at last! For behind the bucket there is a man. -- Alan Bell |
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